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Details | Light Poetry |

*UNICORN*

.                 Like the UNICORN

At times I fear I am the mysterious of all animals.
Like the Unicorn I my self do not feel real
My inner beauty is the only thing you can steal.
I am my own mythological creature..
A roaming soul with a little will power to heal
 
Ages of my forgotten tear.
Like the Unicorns prophecy so unclear.
I compare your beauty to be the eye of my stare
I propose to you the one who possess a magical power so rare
Absorbing the energy of the sun in to my own spear
Untamed like the wild horse is the way I appear
I have no feelings of real existence, my life to you I compare.
Like you I want my thoughts and memories to disappear

Wasting away absorbing natures life
Drowning in my own and everyone's emotions
Haunted in the woods by a hunters knife.
Thousands of wolves hungry for my motions

Fallen in to thoughts of legends and myth
Pondering in a past life who am I with
I feel a  touch upon my bones.
Am I he the Unicorn 
A horse with one horn
Unlike the Unicorn who fell to exist
My suffering  really does exist.
How I wish every thing about me was fake
Your magical beauty  I can't resist.
To be like you hiding upon the mist

Like the Unicorn who is a horse when it has no horn.
I feel like a nobody when my life slips into the abyss 
A depth of wishing to have never been  born
With the vision of  Heaven’s Realm with a Unicorn twist

Like the Unicorn who only exist in stories, Legends and Myth.
I come out of peoples mouths like a blown kiss.
Shedding many tears feeling all alone.
I want to be like the Unicorn who are bound to roam
Take me away from this wonders of thorns.
Give me a magic Medallion to free my spirit out of these pits
Infatuated with the gorgeous sight upon the Unicorns.
A passion among beauty is where my life fits.

by; P.D.


Details | Narrative |

An Escape

Have some time to spare in-between a work schedule 
burning me from the inside, out.
Wasted too much time on the computer already,
my body aches from physical inactivity.

Thoughts are racing faster than the speed of light,
the routine of modern life is trying to cage in a free spirit-
a pen for a wild horse with boundless energy,
a strong kick and large teeth.

Haven't come down to this part of the bay for years.
Not sure why anymore?
Not too sure about anything right now.
Believed I was too young to be having these thoughts,
but here they come like a booming drum beat,
keeping time with the pounding of my heart,
but always just a little louder,
to remind me how this warning isn't about to depart.

The putrid stench of kelp and dead crabs
baking in the afternoon sun,
curls up my nostrils, awakening memories of childhood....
....the salt in the sea is the salt in my blood;
we have been one since conception.
The salty, deep green rot, smells like bliss to me,
compared with the scents of over-heated wires,
burnt coffee, and industrial-gray carpeting.

Sit down on a large chunk of driftwood.
The waves aren't crashing in their usual rhythmic crescendo,
but lapping quietly like chortling laughter.
The ocean is chuckling,
laughing at my insignificance
in comparison to its almost limitless horizon 
of cruel, cold water.

A familiar pungent aroma creeps my way-
the high citrus scent of bergamot
mixed with the sweet perfume of skunk.
Two young punks are hauling on some reefer
up the beach from where I am sitting.
Can hear their youthful, carefree chatter.
The last time I smoked weed, seems eons ago now.
The smell invokes the rebel still alive inside,
giving a glimpse of who I had once been-
eyes blazing red,
mind full of humble awe
flying high above the clouds like an eagle.

The shrill cries of gulls fighting over a starfish
breaks my stupor of reminiscence,
reminding me of the hungry ways of nature-
the hungry ways of mankind and money.
Damn! My stupid job awaits!

As I make my way back,
pant legs causing the sand grass 
to sigh in dry moans and whispers,
I make up my mind to visit 
this old stomping ground more often.
In fact, I might start coming out here
on all of my lunch breaks.
Out here, the wild horse has ample room to roam,
even if for only a few moments of escape-
an illusion of escape is far better
than having only stifled dreams
and no hope left at all-

feel much better already.


Details | Free verse |

The Cowboy Life I Love

I squint my eyes from the glaring sun
As I drive cattle across the open range.
I am the youngest hand, so I ride drag
Covered by the dust stirred into the wind.

This is the life I have chosen
To hear the steady creaking of my saddle
The songs of the cowboys as they lead the herd
The lowing cattle as they smell water.

This is the life I live
To see the endless stretches of prairie
The hens and rabbits scuttling away
The ponderous beasts flowing in a living stream.

This is the life I love
Watching the horses graze peacefully at night
The cattle milling about during my night ride
My horse's gentle breathing as I circle them.

May this be my lot while here I remain
May I drink from the freely flowing streams
And breathe the pairie air until I die.

Whether life be short or long
May I ever onward toil, and be content
With the satisfaction of honest work
With the steady pounding of hooves
Biscuits and chili by a wavering fire
And sleeping under the sky on the open range.


Details | Free verse |

A Horse Life

In a horse life.We can play with a burlap feed
bag, an empty milk jug, or chew on the barn stall
door.Just to kill some time, or to kill some every
day bordom.In a horse life.We get names like
Black Beauty, Flicka, Seabiscuit, or Secretariat.
In a horse life.We do tricks like bowing our heads
down, or placing our shoe upon a pedastool.Picking
up the cowboy hat.While tapping our feet rata-tat-tat.
In a horse life.We like a good block of salt.With lots
of minerals, to lick upon.A wholesome bale of hay.To
start off a brand new day.Or a bucket of grain.To keep
us all healthy, fat, and sane.And a fresh bucket of water, 
to wash it all down.In a horse life.I could be losing a 
horseshoe.While the rider is losing his mind.In a horse
life.We can be a workhorse, a race horse, or a trick pony.
Or maybe a showhorse, or possibly a circus horse.With
out all the phoney baloney.In a horse life.We can run all
day in the open sun, or run the race trak.While the betters
place their wagers.Of course, at the horse racing track
betters window.In a horse life..

A Horse Life Poem by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2011,2014..All rights reserved.


Details | Cowboy |

I'll Go a Ridin' No More

I’ll go a ridin’ no more through blue stem or chaparral,
Just lead my horse to pastures of green.
I’ll watch those rose ruby suns ease on past the ol’ corral—
Think back on the things I’ve done and seen.

Oh, you can’t go on a ridin’ for all your livelong days—
You’ve got to know when to settle down.
You’ll gently pet your ol’ horse as you put her out to graze
And soon life won’t seem so bad in town.

But when blue bonnets and the high plains send their callin’ card,
Your restless feet start to feel that itch.
Then it don’t matter if you’re stove-up or your butt is lard—
That feelin’ calls to the poor and rich.

Just once more I’ll go a ridin’ in the sorrel and sage—
Testin’ my ol’ horse for all it’s worth.
And I know that time cannot stop me, even at my age,
From ridin’ free of the reins of earth. 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) |

The Boatman's Song 11/ Many

The Boatman’s Song 			11/Many


Many moments passed, but none spoke a word
Or tried to moved away and remained lost 
In each other’s thoughts
They were lost in each others beauty and charms
Suddenly they found, they were in each other’s arms
None spoke a word and no one tried to depart
In those most cherished moments, love was showering on them
Thousands of flowers were blooming in their minds
And the fragrance of love was spreading in their hearts

Unknowingly both of them, became so dear to one another
As if, the Goddess of love had blessed them for each other
Those were the most lovely, beautiful and memorable moments
For which one waits for ever and for ever
Life is a strange drama they both were thinking 
Where what may happen in the next moments, no one knows ever

In the meanwhile the princess heard a sound coming from a distance
She got alert and made a good distance from the boatman
So that the visitor may not know, for what purposes she was here
But before leaving the boatman, she uttered in her lovely voice, 
Few words, which were glued with love, 
“My dream man I am princess of this kingdom
I will come back to hear you and your songs very soon some day
But at present I have to go immediately from here 
Please don’t ask anything right now from me”

Without a moment’s delay she moved away from there  
To a place, where she had left her horse in waiting for her 
The Princess rode on the horseback and moved here and there
As if, she had reached on that place, without any purpose
And came because her horse ran speedily and brought her there

She pretended to move the horse towards the direction
From where, on an other horse, her father was coming
He called, O Princess you are here, we were searching you
Every where over there, but could not locate you any where
Very innocently she replied,” O father, I was trying to see the river
And the sand dunes spreading all over here there 
And was about to return when you have come over here”

Ravindra					to continue ……..

Kanpur India   14th January 2010



* Apsara (A Nymph dancer of heaven as per Hindu Mythology
* Indra (The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Tarang (A name of the nymph) Tarang is a Hindi word means waves both 
    Visible or invisible like sound waves
* Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge, music & arts as per Hindu mythology)


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) |

The Boatman's Song 10/ Many

The boatman’s Song				10/Many

The beauty of that black horse got doubled
With the glittering beauty of the princess on the horse 
Who was elegantly riding that black horse beauty 
While coming towards the boatman with a speed 
He had never seen earlier, when a lady was on a horse 

Her shining long black hairs and few locks on her face, were
Blending with the ravishing beauty of her charming face
Which even the sunbeams were trying to penetrate
To kiss her rosy lips and her glowing lovely face
And with each gush of morning beams
A blush came on her lovely face
On which hundreds and thousands can live and die
And can wait for a whole life to see that face

Her body was glittering like a gem
Because of her teenage and beauty excelling her age
And her youth over sprouting from her bosoms
From her princes sly top and riding trousers
She was dazzling the eyes of the boatman
As there was no one else 
Who could dare to behold her beauty and grandeur
Which was par excellent, any where on earth

She stepped down from the horse back 
With a beautiful sharp jump on the sand
And stood beside the heavenly beautiful horse
She saw the boatman was standing near his boat
And was singing a melody unaware of her gaze

The moment the princess heard that voice
Her heart jumped from her chest
Which had just calmed from thrills
As she had stepped by jumping from the horseback
And her body had calmed only few seconds back

Enchanted and allured by the beauty and heaviness of voice
And totally stunned to see his manliness, so warrior like tight
She forgets her princes sly pride and got lost in adoring
His song and his enchanting voice
Coming from the depths of that singers heart
Suddenly she found herself standing before the boatman
Lost in his heart capturing eyes

There was no one else except these two
And the boatman could not believe
Whether it was a dream or a reality come true
He too was lost in the charms of her eyes
And even forgot to finish the song he was singing
And felt only that someone was penetrating 
In his heart and mind, deep some where very deep


Ravindra				              to continue….
Kanpur   India 12th January 2010  

* Apsara (A Nymph dancer of heaven as per Hindu Mythology
* Indra (The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Tarang (A name of the nymph) Tarang is a Hindi word means waves both 
    Visible or invisible like sound waves
* Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge, music & arts as per Hindu mythology)


Details | Rhyme |

Dark Horse

I love to sit on it,
And ride without a saddle.
It’s stronger than a stallion.
Riding it makes me sweat all over,
Especially down under in my Australia.
I curse often about how my  down under
Feels when I bounce and pounce on the dark horse.
The owner often grunts, curses, calls me names, 
And forces me to ride harder with no remorse.
I love such torture.
I love to feel it slide as I glide sloppily,
On the dark horse that belongs to my daddy.
My boobs bounce like basketballs
While I lie on top sideways or sit up so tall.
Daddy sucks and bites my morsels
While he dunks my rear,
Up and down,
Like an Oreo in milk,
On the horse you know.
I never want to get off,
Because it gets me off.
Having that strength poking me,
Feels heavenly.
I love to feel it slide as I glide sloppily,
On the dark horse that belongs to my daddy.


Details | Ode |

Free as the wind Ode to native American Indians

Oh how I wish
I could set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
taking them back
across the great open plains
to their sacred home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
and roam
so the Indians can live in peace
one with nature once more
where the eagles soar
setting them free as the wind
wild untameable as a magnificent stallion
running toward the setting sun.





Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


Details | Ballade |

My Bucephalus

I did once find this incredible little mare
When I was ready in life and knew
she was ready for me.
Somehow I was drawn to a place in the South,
Not to find a horse, but to get away from "it all"
to enjoy nature in the fall. The scenery of
orange, yellow and all changing leaves.

To this small little horse farm my husband
and I went
To camp, ride horses and enjoy time spent
Then I saw her and knew right then my life had changed
I was sent Mon Ami in my path by some divine fate
so strange.

Ahh, my two year old, I bought her that day
and had to arrange a ride to me states far away
When she finally came, yes- she was mine!
A prayer answered after so much time.
We began to ingest one anothers soul
through life's breath and many a long stroll.

Oh- no life without my Mon Ami-

At three, we began the reign of riding and glee
A decision to make her an endurance horse
was my goal- and to compete for so may miles
certainly did make her "smile"!
Though diversity is the key, we focus on
obliterating opponents at super long
distance... winning always in the top three

Little bay mare, half Arabian and half Morgan
Has shown me she has more heart than any horse
I have ever rode, owned, or with since parted.
A special bond occurs between woman and horse
when they spend thousands of hours in the saddle
riding the course.
Superb at anything she has the will-
but even if she were crippled, forever 
we'll be together still.

Oh my Mon Ami, you are my desire, my energy
to see you everyday, running about at play
there is no sight more beautiful on this planet
to me
Than my beloved little mare, Mon Ami.

2nd place in  "A Horse is A Horse Of Course..." contest by Tirzah.

A. Green



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